Fandom: The Pokemon Game-Verse

Pairing: Blair/Whitlea, Chessshipping.

Rating: T

Reason for re-upload: Re-vamping! Here is Monochromatic Dreams v2.0! Yaaay! I'm excited, guys. I just changed and tweaked the story to make it fit into the more canon world. That means N is N, he's not evil, Bianca has a stable name, typos have been hunted down and fixed (...most of them, I hope), and stupid mistakes have been eradicated.

-RV

Monochromatic Dreams*

When you're with me, it's an eternal summer. I will never forget you.

I thought, hey, you know this could be something.

It was a lazy day in Castelia City. The usually busy metropolis was at a stand-still, various inhabitants in the safety of their air-conditioned homes, enjoying their Sunday afternoon leisurely. The sun was bright and unforgiving, causing a spike in the usual 70 degree weather. Shops were closing up for the day and even the most dedicated Pokémon trainer decided that he or she wouldn't dare brave the sun.

Well, most inhabitants. Blair cursed Arceus' name when Whitlea told him that they were going to go sight-seeing that day. Sure, they were from Accumula Town, a drive away from the sprawling metropolis that was Castelia City, but every summer, Blair's parents decided that they would stay in Castelia for the summer holidays.

And Blair hated it because he hated the weather, he hated it, he hated, oh yes he did. It was baffling why Whitlea wanted to go and sight-see the place they were practically raised in!

"Whitlea, we live about two hours from here. We visit this stupid city every summer for about four weeks. We practically live here during the summer and other holidays. Why are we going sight-seeing?" Blair snapped, annoyance radiating off of him like a bad aura. He was tired, the sun was hot, and he felt uncomfortable under the harsh rays. He rather be at his current-home, his vacation home, sleeping in his air-conditioned room, sprawled on his messy bed. Maybe read a book while he was at it, he did have some summer homework that was piling up in a desolate corner of his blue and black room…

But this was Whitlea we were talking about, she probably ran for fun or something. Or did homework for fun. What if she was only doing this to spite him?

"Blair, we're going to sight-see not because we're tourists. We're sight-seeing because we're probably missing a big picture here!" Whitlea explained, as the couple walked towards where ever the brunette girl was leading them. Blair took his hat off, ran his fingers through his messy brown hair, and put his hat back on. Whitlea was crazy sometimes, but he was the one dating her. He should know that Whitlea was an expert at coming up with the most random ideas ever.

The couple passed by the subway system and checked the times. Whitlea kept her eyes focused on the train that went to the far end of Castelia, bordering the next city, Nimbassa. Why she wanted to go there, Blair didn't know. What he did know that gangs and cults hid out there. The thought of actually having to beat up some punk for trying to mess with Whitlea was satisfying. Blair smirked as Whitlea swiped their train passes and as they boarded the machine. The train rocketed away, and just as quickly, they arrived at their destination.

They were near Unova's White Forest. Black looked around, and Whitlea skipped happily inside, completely unafraid of the lurking, maybe, dangers that, maybe, were waiting inside. Like the Zekrom Cult. The forest was dark, trees forming a canopy above them, blocking out the sun. Black was pretty sure he heard some Zubat. Or a Mightyena. Or a Zoroark. Either way, he didn't want to deal with any of them. They continued walking in silence, and Black was pretty sure that if he had come alone, he would've ran home about…two hours ago.

Finally, there was sunlight. It was a steady glow, wispy tendrils shining through leafy trees, and the duo halted in their tracks.

"Where are we…oh." Blair stopped his whining abruptly.

"Ta-da~!" Whitlea twirled on her combat covered toes and raised her arms up. "This is what I wanted to show you."

The scenery was something you couldn't see in the city of Castelia. They were in the outskirts, where pollution and skyscrapers hadn't infected the foliage yet. The grass swayed slowly, a light breeze tickling the flowers. If you looked beyond the obvious hill they were on, you would see the entire city, sparkling in the afternoon sun. Dandelion spores floated around them, causing Blair to sneeze and fall to the ground, awe-struck by the beauty of it.

The brunet boy continued to survey his surroundings. They were at the exit of White Forest, that he knew, because the trees behind them, providing shade and cooler temperature, were a dead give-away. His chocolate-brown eyes flickered at the sound of waves, crashing somewhere far away. He leaned back, placing his hands on the dirt, the grass cool under in fingers.

"You win, Whitlea." The statement was simple, and Whitlea grinned, her ocean blue eyes sparkling as she took a seat behind the boy, lacing her fingers with his. They both looked towards the city they left behind, comforted by the silence and each other's breathing.

"So, does this mean that you'll finally say it, Blair?" Whitlea whispered, her eyes focused on a flower growing near her shoe. Blair sighed as Whitlea put her head on Blair's shoulder. Blair could smell hibiscus, a flower that was concentrated in whatever shampoo Whitlea used. Its scent was so…fresh, lively, much like the girl that used it.

Was he ready to say it? Say what, another part of him screamed. He should have to.

Whitlea tilted her head slightly; her lips were dangerously close to the brunet's neck.

Shivers ran up and down Blair's spine as she planted kisses on the exposed skin. "Please…Blair," she said softly, as the sixteen year old inhaled sharply.

"Whitlea, please…" He was about to say stop, but when he looked into the girl's stormy eyes he simply stopped thinking.

The girl was having her own personal battle. She wanted him to tell her that he loved her.

But wasn't it too soon? They had only been dating for two weeks. Most couples never come around to actually saying those three words! The more rational side of Whitlea attempted to win her case over. No, but they had known each other since they were born! They grew up together! Saying 'I love you' wasn't that much of a challenge, at least, it shouldn't be! The less rational side of her, the one that was winning the war at the moment, had a better point.

"Whitlea." Blair's voice was low, husky, and Whitlea knew he was only thinking of her, of what she would do to get her way.

But as quickly as his voice deepened, it returned to its usual tone. Blair shook his head and let go of Whitlea's hand as he got up, breathing heavily.

"Whitlea," he repeated again, with a clear head as he offered his hand to the girl. Whitlea blinked, confused about the entire ordeal and accepted it, getting back on her feet. Blair placed both hands on her shoulders and looked her in the eye.

"I…can't say it."

Whitlea stared into Blair's brown eyes and thought she was about to cry. She felt pathetic, holding back tears over the tiny little fact that her boyfriend of two weeks wasn't able to tell her the three words she wanted to hear. She felt herself shake, and tried to make herself stop, but she just couldn't - her knees started to buckle and Blair flinched.

He leaned back, shocked by her reaction. He quickly wrapped his arms around her and pulled the girl close to him. "But it's not that I don't…because I do. I really do, Whitlea." He murmured, and the girl stopped crying, the remaining tears glistening on her cheeks.

"I'm glad…Blair, that it wasn't a one-sided…fantasy." A small smile began to spread on Whitlea's face, as she looked at the sixteen year old that had stolen her heart.

Blair let Whitlea go, but his right hand lingered on her left. "Come on, I'll buy you some ice cream." He smiled his eyes bright and Whitlea forgave him.

After all, he would eventually tell her how he felt.